This is my second story, and I'm not sure if I should continue. Let me know what you think. Comment Please :]
May contain triggers: Molestation and Rape (Maybe more later)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything other than B's parents.
Brittany woke up to the sound of muffled laughter coming from down stairs. She threw the covers off herself, and placed her feet flat on the floor as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She made her way down the staircase and into the kitchen, where she was meet with flour and pancake batter flying everywhere.
"Hey." Brittany says to her father and Santana, who are playing some kind of pancake war as they chase each other around the kitchens island. They don't hear her and continue to throw flour and smear
batter on each other's exposed skin.
"Hey!" she yells right as Santana flung a sack of the white powder into the air. Thinking quickly Brittany's dad, Ethan, ducked sending a cloud of flour right into his daughters face.
Santana let the now empty bag fall to the floor and stared at her girlfriend.
Ethan stared at Brittany with his mouth slightly hanging open. He then turned to Santana, who in turn looked at him.
"Nice shot!" he said reaching over the island and hi giving Santana. He turns back to his daughter who's still covered in flour. Her eyes are tightly shut and her nose is scrunched. Brittany brings her hands to her face and wipes the powder from it.
Ethan grabs a hand cloth off of the oven door handle and walks over to assist her. "Oh, I'm sorry Britt." he says remorsefully. Attempting to lighten the mood, "Your girlfriends got one hell of an arm, huh?"
Once there was no trace of flour on her face, "yeah, she does." she says as she opens her eyes. Ethan kisses Brittany on the forehead and takes a seat at the messy island.
Santana was on her way over when Brittany thought, 'I might as well try to get some sympathy kisses out of this'.
"Britt Britt, I'm so sorry." Brittany pouted. She wasn't angry just surprised. Truth is this isn't the first time she caught her dad and her girlfriend playing some childish game.
The thought of how accepting her father was of Santana made her smile. Santana wrapped her arms around her girlfriends' waist and stared into her crystal blue eyes, "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" she asked in a seductive voice, placing soft kisses on Brittany's face.
Ethan raised an eyebrow and busied himself with cleaning, but only pushed things around instead of actually being productive. He was ease dropping. Not because he was being a good father, but because he was nosey.
"I think I might be able to think of a few things..." Brittany was cut off as her mother walked into the kitchen.
"Lady's we don't need to hear what you do in the privacy of your room, we hear enough at night." both girls let go of each other and look toward the tiles on the floor, in attempt to hide their reddened cheeks. "Speaking of which, Santana you need to sleep at your house tonight."
No longer interested in the floor, the girl's heads pop up and stare at Brittany's mom.
"What? Grace well is quieter, we promise."
Ethan and Grace looked at each other and laughed. "We haven't had a peaceful night of sleep in weeks. I sleep in the guest room..." which is the only bedroom downstairs, "...with my headphones in. Ethan on the other hand stays in our room..." that is located only right down the hall from their daughters, "...trying not to hear." What he really does to drown out the noise, he only knows?
"Mom, you can't be serious."
"Look honey, it's only for tonight. You two will live without having sex for one night."
"Or longer." Ethan says under his breath as if he knows from experience. Not even a second went by before Grace's hand went upside the back of his head. The girls giggle at his misfortune.
The older women made her way over the mounds of flour on the flour to the refrigerator. As she looked inside Ethan looked at the girls and whispered, "Well, at least she didn't say anything about the mess. If we leave quietly, it never happened." they all make a silent break for the nearest exit, but it was as if Grace had eyes in the back of her head.
"And where do you think you're going?" The two culprits and the one who was at the wrong place at the wrong time, let out a disapproving sigh. Mrs. Pierce turned around and gave them all an award winning Pierce smile.
After they finished cleaning, Grace and Santana made breakfast even though it was lunch. Once they were all stuffed they piled into the living room and each couple cuddled on the couch. Ethan cuddled Grace and Brittany cuddled her girlfriend.
Brittany's parents had her when they were young. They didn't always have what they wanted, but they always had what they needed, each other.
Grace was the older version of her daughter. A tall, blue eyed, blonde with a heart of gold. Her father was playful, open-minded and always happy. So it's safe to say she took from both mother and father.
It was now night and Santana had long been gone. With nothing left to do Brittany retreated to her room to sleep until she could see her girlfriend again.
Once she opened the door she was meet by piercing chocolate eyes.
"Santana," she says in almost a yell. Scared that her parents might have heard she lowered her voice. "Santana, what are you doing here? How'd you even get in here?"
Hoping off the bed Santana walked over to Brittany, "You should really lock your windows. Who knows who could crawl up here at night and..." she stopped as Brittany looks toward her terrified. "Don't worry B, I locked it." sensing that wasn't going to be enough she grabbed the blondes trembling hand and lead her towards the bed. "I'll protect you. No ones gonna hurt you, I promise."
They begin to snuggle into the each other Santana being the big spoon when, "Santana, I think you should sleep on the floor."
"What, why?"
"Because, we never just 'sleep' when where in bed together."
"Tonight we will." Santana said thinking that was the end, but Brittany turned to face her.
"Please?" she softly said. It was too dark to tell but Santana knew Brittany was pouting. She rolled her eyes, grabbed a pillow and the yellow fleece blanket at the end on the bed, and got down on the floor.
Brittany didn't keep her room cold so she was content with what she had. The only thing was she was lying on the side of the bed that was only separated by a night stand, not giving her much room. Too lazy to move she reached up and held the pale hand that lie hanging off the side of the bed. Brittany's hand still slightly wavered in fear. This didn't go unnoticed. " I'll always protect you, you know that right?" Brittany squeezes Santana's hand in assurance. A few moments went by as the still held hands, in silence.
"I love you, Britt Britt."
"I love you too, San." And with that they drift off into their dreams.
A light came from the hall, but it was shining from the bottom Brittany's bedroom door, under the bed and onto the front of Santana's eyes, causing her to stir. Opening her eyes she squinted trying to adjust them, but the light was turned off just as fast as it was on.
Santana shifts from her side onto her back. She was going to return to sleep, but the door creaked open. Scared out of her mind she tightened her hand only to realize Brittany's wasn't attached. The brunette reached up in search of the hand it held earlier, only to grab a fist full of sheets.
The footsteps got closer and Santana was in pure panic mode. The gentle steps caused Brittany to move, but not wake. A familiar voice
shushed her and the springs on the bed were now silent. 'Oh, it's just Ethan.' Santana thought to herself. Then it came to her that she wasn't supposed to be there. Her and Brittany's dad where like best friend, they played video games together, they joked, he was pretty much her second best friend, after Brittany of course, but she didn't want to get caught so she quietly slid her small body under the bed.
She felt the springs to the left of her dip closer to the floor. Santana knew he was sitting on the bed, but why.
He started saying something, but she couldn't quite make out what he was saying. As time went on, the whispering continued with the occasional hum. The bed started to move as well. Not much, but it moved as if someone kept adjusting how they were positioned on the bed. 'Maybe Britt was uncomfortable and keeps rolling over' she thought.
Right after Santana was closed her eyes and fell back asleep, Ethan stood and quietly left the room.
Santana tried to roll over, but was stopped. She opened her eyes and slid back out from under the bed. She closed her eyes and embarrassed the quite, until it was broken. Peaking up on to the bed, she first noticed Ethan was gone, and then she heard a faint muffled noise.
Brittany was curled up into the fetal position hugging a pillow, back turned to Santana.
Santana climbed onto the bed and placed her hand on Brittany's arm. Brittany's body immediately tensed at the contact and her sobs grew in volume. "Please don't touch me." the sound of her voice was so weak, so broken that instantly Santana knew something was wrong.
Looking over at the clock she noted that it was only '3:38' in the morning. She was never the best at comforting, so she decided to cuddle her. As she shifted her body closer to Brittany's, Brittany shot off the bed and retreated to her en suite bathroom. Santana got up and sat outside the door. The light never turned on and Brittany didn't say anything.
The night wore on as Santana tried to get the bathrooms occupant to speak. As each attempt failed, she decided to figure out what could have happened to make her so upset.
'She was fine when we went to bed, and now she's crying. Maybe she had s bad dream?' that thought was very likely because she was scared that someone would sneak in. 'Or,' just remembering the last person to enter the room, 'maybe Ethan said something to her that made her cry.' Santana seriously doubted this option, because Ethan was an amazing father and never once had Santana seen him upset her.
After a little more thought she dismissed the second option, and went with bad dream. Ethan was way too good of a father to ever hurt Brittany, right?